death…warrant。　But　hush；　now；　hush！　there　is　the　Temple；　and　it
  seems　to　me　as　if　the　very　walls　looked　at　me　maliciously；　as　if
  they　wanted　to　say；　'There　comes　a　traitor！'　Ah；　Toulan；　it　is　a　bad
  thing　to　have　an　accusing　conscience！〃
  〃Help　me　faithfully　to　save　the　prince；　Simon；　and　you　will　have　a
  good　conscience　all　the　rest　of　your　life；　for　you　will　have　done　a
  grand　and　noble　deed。〃
  〃In　your　eyes；〃　whispered　Simon；　〃but　not　in　those　of　the
  Convention；　and　when　they　learn　about　itbut　here　we　are；　and　our
  talk　and　reconsideration　are　too　late。〃
  He　struck　three　times　with　his　fist　against　the　closed　gate　of　the
  outer　court。　The　porter　opened；　and　let　the　two　men　in；　only　saying
  that　the　guard　had　given　his　special　consent　to　the　bringing　in　of
  the　hobhy…horse。
  〃But　about　the　commissioner　whom　you　bring　with　you；〃　said　the
  porter；　reflectively；　〃he　did　not　make　any　mention；　and　I　can　only
  allow　him　to　take　your　plaything　into　the　second　court。　He　must　not
  go　into　the　Temple。〃
  〃It　is　no　particular　wish　of　mine　to　go　into　a　prison；〃　answered　the
  commissioner；　carelessly。　〃It　is　a　good　deal　easier　to　get　in　than
  to　get　out　again。　Well；　take　hold；　Citizen　Simon；　forward！〃
  They　walked　on　to　the　second　court。　〃Now；　then；〃　whispered　Toulan；
  〃for　caution　and　thoughtfulness！　Tomorrow　at　ten　o'clock　I　will　be
  standing　before　the　door；　and　you　will　call　me　in　to　help　you　in
  your　moving。〃
  〃I　wish　it　were　all　over；〃　groaned　Simon。　〃It　seems　to　me　as　if　my
  head　were　shaking　on　my　shoulders；　and　my　heart　beats　as　if　I　were　a
  young　girl。〃
  〃Courage；　Simon；　only　courage！　Remember　that　tomorrow　you　are　to　be
  a　free　and　a　rich　man。　Then；　as　soon　as　you　give　your　basket　to　the
  washerwoman　at　the　Macon　gate；　I　will　pay　you　the　promised　twenty
  thousand　francs。　And〃
  〃Halt！〃　cried　the　sentinel　at　the　entrance　to　the　Temple。　〃No　one
  can　go　in　here　without　a　pass。〃
  〃You　do　not　want　a　pass　for　my　rocking…horse；　brother　citizen；　do
  you？〃　asked　Simon；　with　a　laugh。
  〃Nonsense！　I　am　speaking　about　the　commissioner。〃
  〃He　is　going　of　himself；　and　does　not　want　to　go　in。　But　look　him
  square　in　the　face；　for　he　will　come　to…morrow　morning　again。　I　have
  secured　him　in　advance；　to　help　me　in　moving　out。　Bring　a　wagon
  along；　commissioner；　for　the　things　will　be　too　heavy　to　carry
  without　one。　And　now　help　put　the　horse　on　my　shoulders。　So！　Well；
  then；　to…morrow　morning　at　ten；　commissioner。〃
  〃To…morrow　morning　at　ten；〃　replied　Toulan；　nodding　to　Simon；　and
  slowly　sauntering　through　the　court。　He　stopped　at　the　outer　gate；
  told　the　porter　that　he　was　going　to　assist　Simon　in　his　moving　on
  the　morrow；　and　then　asked　in　an　indifferent　tone　whether　Simon's
  successor　at　the　Temple　was　appointed。
  〃Why；　would　you　like　the　place？〃　asked　the　porter；　gruffly。
  〃No；　indeed；　not　I！　I　have　no　taste　for　such　work。　It　must　be　an
  awful　air　in　the　prison。〃
  〃It　is　that；〃　replied　the　porter。　〃And　so　after　Simon　has　moved　out；
  they　are　going　to　cleanse　the　place　a　little；　and　give　it　an　airing；
  and　the　successor　will　move　in　about　noon。〃
  〃Well；　I　don't　envy　the　man　who　moves　in；〃　said　Toulan；　with　a
  laugh。　〃Good…by；　citizen；　we　shall　see　each　other　to…morrow。〃
  He　went　out　into　the　street；　and　slowly　sauntered　along。　At　the　end
  of　it　he　stopped　and　gave　a　trifle　to　a　beggar　who；　supported　by　a
  crutch；　was　leaning　against　a　house。
  〃Is　it　all　right　thus　far？〃
  〃Yes；　marquis；　thank　God；　thus　far　every　thing　has　gone　on　well。　The
  horse　is　in　the　Temple；　and　nothing　is　discovered。〃
  〃May　the　grace　of　God　stand　by　us　to…morrow！〃　whispered　the　beggar。
  〃You　are　sure　that　all　the　arrangements　are　carefully　attended　to？〃
  〃Entirely　sure；　M。　de　Jarjayes。　While　you　are　leaving　Paris　in　the
  garb　of　a　washerwoman；　our　two　allies　will　both　be　driving　out　of
  two　other　gates；　with　the　boy；　in　stylish　carriages。〃
  〃And　it　will　be　you；　Toulan；　who　will　have　saved　the　King　of
  France；〃　whispered　the　beggar。　〃Oh！　be　sure　that　all　France　will
  thank　you　for　it　some　day；　and　give　you　the　title　of　savior　of　your
  country！〃
  〃Baron；〃　said　Toulan；　shaking　his　head；　〃for　me　there　is　but　one
  title　of　honor；　that　which　the　Queen　of　France　gave　me。　I　am　called
  Fidele；　and　I　want　no　other　name。　But　this　one　I　will　maintain　so
  long　as　I　live。　Good…by　till　we　meet　to…morrow　at　the　Porte　Macon！〃
  Little　Prince　Louis　Charles　received　the　hobby…horse；　which　Simon
  carried　into　the　chamber；　with　a　little　more　interest　than　in　the
  case　of　the　other　playthings。　He　even　raised　himself　up　a　little　on
  his　mattress；　and　directed　a　long；　searching　gaze　at　the　tall；
  handsome　wooden　creature。
  〃Well；〃　asked　the　official；　who　had　gone　with　Simon　into　the
  dungeon；　and　had　watched　the　effect　of　the　toy；　〃well；　how　does　your
  horse　please　you；　little　Capet？〃
  The　boy　nodded　slowly；　but　made　no　reply；　he　only　reached　out　his
  long；　thin；　right　hand；　and　made　a　motion　as　if　he　wanted　to　rise。
  〃To…morrow；　little　Capet；〃　cried　Jeanne　Marie；　holding　him　back。
  〃To…day　you　must　keep　entirely　still；　so　the　doctor　said；　and　I　will
  cut　your　hair　off　directly；　as　the　doctor　ordered。　But　I　should　like
  to　have　you　here；　citizen；　and　oversee　the　operation。　The　boy　will
  look　much　changed；　when　his　long；　yellow　hair　is　cut　off；　and
  afterward　it　might　be　supposed〃
  〃Yes；　certainly；〃　interrupted　Simon；　with　a　laugh；　〃afterward　it
  might　be　supposed　that　it　is　not　the　stupid　youngster　who　has
  troubled　us　so　long；　that　out　of　pure　tenderness　and　love　we　had
  taken　him　along　with　us。〃
  〃No　one　would　consider　the　republican　Simon　capable　of　such　a
  thing；〃　replied　the　official；　〃and　besides；　the　boy　will　stay　here；
  and　no　substitute　for　him　can　fall　out　of　the　clouds。　Be　free　from
  care；　Simon。　I　myself　shall　recognize　the　boy　to…morrow；　and　if　he
  should　look　changed　in　appearance；　I　shall　know　how　it　comes。〃
  〃Yes；　he　will　know　how　it　comes；〃　said　Simon；　with　a　grin；　as　he
  watched　the　retreating　form　of　the　official；　now　leaving　the　prison。
  〃Lock　the　door；　Simon；〃　whispered　Jeanne　Marie。　〃We　must　let　the　boy
  out　of　this　if　he　is　not　to　be　stifled！〃
  〃No；　no；〃　said　Simon；　motioning　his　wife　to　retreat　from　the　hobby…
  horse　which　she　was　approaching。　〃He　will　not　be　stifled；　for
  beneath　the　saddle…cloth　there　are　nothing　but　air…holes；　and　he　can
  endure　it　a　good　while。　We　must　above　all　things　be　cautious　and
  prepared　for　every　thing。　It　would　be　a　fine　thing；　would　it　not；　if
  the　officials　who　are　on　guard　in　the　Temple　should　conceive　the
  idea　of　making　the　rounds　a　second　time　for　the　purpose　of
  inspection。　He　cannot　be　carried　out　before　it　strikes　ten　from
  Notre　Dame。　We　will；　however；　give　him　a　little　more　air。〃
  He　removed　the　saddle　with　care；　which　was　let　into　the　back　of　the
  wooden　horse；　and　listened　at　the　opening。
  〃He　breathes　very　peacefully　and　evenly；〃　he　then　said；　softly。　〃He
  seems　to　be　asleep。　Jeanne　Marie；　hold　the　saddle　in　your　hand；　and
  at　the　least　approach　fit　it　again　in　its　place。　I　will　now　take
  hold　and　pack　our　things。〃
  When　the　night　came；　and　the　last　rounds　had　been　made　past　the
  closed　doors　of　Simon's　rooms；　and　the　officials　had　withdrawn　into
  the　great　hall；　where　they　stayed　during　the　night…watch；　there　was
  an　unusual　stir　within　Simon's　apartments。　Jeanne　Marie；　who　had
  thrown　herself　in　her　clothes　upon　the　bed；　slipped　out　from　beneath
  the　coverlet。　Simon；　who　was　standing　near　the　door　listening；
  advanced　to　the　little　prince；　and　bade　him　in　a　whisper　to　get　up。
  The　child；　which　now　seemed　to　have　recovered　from　its　indifference
  and　stupidity；　rose　at　once；　and　at　Simon's　further　command　made　an
  effort　to　remove　his　clothes；　and　to　put　on　in　their　place　the
  coarse　woollen　suit　and　the　linen　trousers　which　Simon　drew　out　of
  his　bed　and　handed　to　him。
  The　toilet　was　soon　completed；　and　the　little　prince　looked　with　a
  timid；　inquiring　glance　at　Simon；　who　was　regarding　him　with　a
  searching　eye。
  〃And　the　stockings；　master？〃　he　asked。　〃Do　not　I　have　any
  stockings？〃
  〃No；〃　growled　Simon〃no；　the　son　of　a　washerwoman　wants　no
  stockings。　There　are　some　wooden　shoes　which　will　be　laid　for　you　in
  the　basket；　and　you　put　them　on　afterward；　if　we　are　fortunate　in
  getting　away。　But　you　must　cut　his　hair；　Jeanne　Marie。　With　long
  hair　he　will　not　look　like　a　boy　from　the　people。〃
  Jeanne　Marie　shuddered。　〃I　cannot；〃　she　whispered；　〃it　would　seem　to
  me　as　if　I　were　cutting　off　his　head；　and　the　woman　in　white　would
  stand　behind；　and　pierce　me　through　with　her　great　eyes。〃
  〃Come；　come；　that　old　story　again！〃　growled　Simon。　〃Give　me　the
  scissors；　then；　I　will　take　care　of　it；　for　the　boy　must　part　with
  his　hair　before　he　goes　into　the　basket。　Come；　come；　do　not　shrink
  and　curl　up　so；　I　was　not　speaking　of　the　guillotine…basket；　but　of
  your　dirty…clothes　basket。　Come；　Capet；　I　want　to　cut　your　hair。〃
  He　took　the　great　shears　from　the　work…basket；　and　sat　down　on　a
  stool　by　the　side　of　the　table；　on　which　burned　a　dim　tallow　candle；
  throwing　an　uncertain　light　through　the　apartment。　〃Come；　Capet！〃
  The　boy　stole　up　with　an　insecure　step；　and　shrank　together　when
  Simon　seized　him　and　drew　him　between　his　knees。
  〃Do　not　hurt　h